Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Monaco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roger Hodgson to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.